LOVE the Olympics!

Yep, I'm an Olympics junkie.  Addict.  I'll watch any event, and even found myself watching water polo on Sunday.  Water.Polo.  The sign of a true addict.

I enjoy the prime time coverage on NBC, and the tape delay doesn't bother me.  Why would it?  London is 6 hours ahead of us, and since I'm at work when the events I want to see are taking place live, I appreciate being able to watch it in the evening.  I've done pretty well keeping myself isolated from most news so I don't hear results before I get to watch them.  This is not a failsafe, unfortunately.  A couple of results have slapped me in the face before I could turn a channel or close an Internet window.

I see complaints, though, of NBC's coverage.  People complaining about airing events taped.  This surprises me.  This is how networks have been doing it for years, since most of the time, the Olympics are not held in the U.S.  So the complaining baffles me.  Hey, there are other NBC stations that are showing events live, plus, you can watch just about everything online.

The Olympics seem to be about the only time that the world can come together and experience the best of what makes us human.  And cheer on our countries.  It's a wonderful time!!!!

Cheers!

Some people are just dull

Been thinking tonight.  I had a small squabble with a wonderful friend, but we sorted it out, and all is good.  And see, that's the thing.  When you have a disagreement, you figure it out.  It doesn't matter who did what, or what it even happened.  The answer is communication.

Now, I'm not always the best at communication.  When I get upset, I clam up.  When things aren't going well, I clam up.  I guess I don't like to share the icky.  I feel that people don't want to hear it.  But the thing is, real friends, and family, want to hear from you, good stuff or icky stuff.  And this is something that is hard for me.  But, I'm learning.

I am blessed with an amazing family, and I am blessed with great friends.  You know who you are.  And I love you all.  Unfortunately, I thought some people were good friends, but they weren't.  And I think it's those burns that have made me keep the icky close to my chest.  And you know?  You know who you are in this instance (person from Downers Grove who stalks my blog), among others.

Thank you to my wonderful family and friends.  And, to the friends that I haven't seen, face to face, in a little while or in a long while, but who I know I could pick up with like no time has passed, well, you're aces in my book.

Thank you.